Leaning back into his muscular frame, she closes her eyes and loses herself in the music. Pan’s flute plays, the air is thick with magic. Drawing her into herself, she listens. She can feel the heat from the blazing fire as well as a slow building heat between her legs. The drumming begins, the eerie sound of the flute, the chanting, drifts across the air.

She can feel the vibrations of the drums beating, weaving itself through her body. His fingers trail down her arms, raking themselves across her flesh. She groans, opens her eyes and watches the welts rise. A cry sounds out as his teeth sink themselves into her shoulder. Her hands grasp his thighs, his skin hot beneath hers. Tracing his muscles with desperate fingers, pulling him closer. Kisses, sighs, and the sweet, sharp stabs of pain from teeth marking her flesh. His arms surround her as he lifts her up and taking her hand, disappears into the trees with her.

Pan’s flute plays.

He pushes her down on the ground. Senses acute, nostrils flared, breathing heavy. Tonight she is beast. Skin afire with lust, naked and whole. Shedding the clothes that she hides in, ashamed of her human self, she invites the wolf to play. The drumming goes on, drawing her deeper, the beast approaches, the one that hungers and prowls in the shadows. The door of the cage is opened as the pacing beast comes out ready to take its turn, the fucking, screaming joyous animal she keeps within.

Two set of eyes glazed with ecstasy. Grinding, bucking against each other. Firm flesh beneath her nails, she claws and bites, his guttural growl as hands hold her firm against the damp earth. She breaths in and delves deeper into that dark place within herself, growling, he continues to molest her body with bites and scratches, teeth grazing engorged nipples, his cock finding that sweet moist mound, teasing her.

Pan watches.

She can feel him pushing against her, an urgency. He flips her over roughly, grabs her hair pulling her head back. The whites in her eyes showing the wild space she has lost herself to. Quivering, exposed, an urgent sense of need envelops her.

He gazes at this wild girl on her knees covered in the debris of the earth’s floor. His mind, clouded by his beast within. The urge to screw, claw, suck, bite and devour her is overpowering.

She pushes back against him, salivating at the thought of him entering her screaming cunt. She wants to smell him on her, she wants to inhale the perfume of the sex scented animal lust that hangs in the air. A groan as he plunges himself into her, reaching into her womb. His heat rushes through her, her skin alive, body bucking against him, grinding.

They dance together, in the violent, body smacking, rabid exchange of passion, sweat, dirt, growls and groans. The musk of the rising orgasms come together, flushing away everything else. The breath of life, one moment when all is forgotten and there is just the self, the animal within.

Pan’s song comes to a crescendo.

Two screaming howls break forth. Embraced. The blood of the beasts thick with sin. They lay spent, amongst the damp smell of rotting leaves. Only the forest has seen their nakedness.
The baring of the beasts within.

The damning mortal human soul creeps in and the beast retreats. Two naked bodies, walk towards the sound of drumming and the warmth of the fire.

To play with the fairies, dance and celebrate life. To embrace the wild side of themselves, to taste sin.

Pan smiles.

… well why don’t we?

Nolens Volens, who likes to make me write more, has tagged me. So it’s all his fault if you end up on mah list

Rules:
1. Link to your original tagger and list these rules in your post
2. Share 7 facts about yourself in the post
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post, leave their names & links to their blogs
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged

Okies so seven things you want to know huh? Are you sure about that?

1. I wear man slippers. Srsly. They are comfy. I went slipper shopping and all I could finds was nana type pink girly slippers which I hated so I went to the men’s section and founds me some foot warmers I liked.

2. I often read more than one book at a time. Right now I am reading four. Sometimes it can be up to seven at a time. They sit beside my bed and get rotated and added to lol.

3. I had a Staffordshire Bull Terrier for 12 years. She was click trained and never put on a leash. When she passed away I had her cremated as I had no where I wanted to bury her. We had a very close bond as I had got her at four weeks of age. She sits on top of my bookshelf in her box. I doubt I will ever bury her anywhere except with me when I pass. The box has a pentagram and four angels, watching over her, one on each corner. I can still smell her on her collar.

4. I was a screenprinter for 6 years. I can print shirts, banners, signage, stickers, and other various bits and bobs. I trained two youths to print and ran the printshop. I also can design graphics via the computer for digital and adhesive signage. I was headhunted as a printer by three other companies in my town to print for them. I was also one of the only two females in the industry working as a printer in my location. I resigned due to the fact I was pregnant with my son and because I had spent the last year and a half of that job dealing with repetitive strain injury in my elbow and shoulder as well as tendonitis in my thumb. It was an injury that took over my life for a good three years and I discovered what chronic pain was. I loved that job but I cannot go back to printing because of my injury.

5. On the outside I can come across as quite a hard ass. Unless you really get to know me in person those walls will not come down. Underneath I am a big ball of sop. I am a closet romantic. The Notebook movie makes me cry hehe. (I have the book and the video)

6. In Australia I developed psoriasis. It was on my elbows, knees, hands and both feet. It flares up when I am stressed. Since coming home it has all but relatively gone except for one foot which still flares up from time to time. It is why I don’t wear heels and prefer boots.

7. I have gone to the supermarket in my pj pants more than once. I also am known for going out with my slippers on. Just this week I wandered over to the coffee shop with them on because I wanted coffee and couldn’t be assed changing foot warmers just to get cofffee. Ima weird hermit *nods*

Now apparently I hafts to pick seven other people. Fuck me sideways thats like … alot. (remember don’t blame me tis Nolens fault I am doing this *snikker*)

Lexi ~ cause she likes coffee and books like me

Selkie ~ cause she writes things that reach my mind in such a wonderful way and I appreciate that

Chloe ~ cause I luffs her posts, luff luff luff dem ( and she prolly doesn’t know it but she makes me smile alot)

Trinity-pup ~ cause omg she is just sweet and yummy and if you didn’t see her HNT omg go look! Tis uber hawt.

Vie ~ cause she does her nails better than I can, ima complete klutz

DragonMage ~ cause we need more Dom’s to tell us stuff about them

Coyote ~ cause he is a man of steel, well his blooming nose is LOL

And if you don’t do it it’s perfectly okay I will nawt get a butthurt over you not doing it. That was hard!

I can hear the rain coming down. I’m wrapped up warm in bed with the luxury of a wee laptop perched upon my knee. This is what  I love about Winter. The hearth. A home is important to me nowdays. A sanctuary, a place to retreat. A place to think.

It didn’t used to be such an important thing. I spent years doing the old gypsy thing, constantly moving about, travelling around the countryside, meeting lots of strange and eccentric, quirky people with amazing stories to tell. I wasn’t settled anywhere, I had pretty much a suitcase full of stuff that went everywhere with me and that was it. And my dog. My travelling companion, my best friend.

I would lie there with her telling her all my woes and troubles as she would listen, snuggle her snout into my arm while my hand casually moved itself through her fur. I would take her to remote places,miles from nowhere, full of nature and I would sit there and watch her run amok, tearing at branches on trees and chase things about. Those days were carefree. In Winter she would lie beside me infront of a blazing fire snoring.

Those little moments are treasured. Memories. We all have them. They form a tapestry in our minds. We build a story rich with emotion and we share. One day I hope to share some adventures of mine with my son. I look forward to watching his story unfold. Watching his tapestry reveal itself.

I’ve been a little introspective today. I mentioned something to a friend yesterday about the loss of someone close through suicide and the fact that even now it is still a very raw place for me. There’s something about  someone close to you taking their own life that is different to losing someone in another way. I have experienced this more than once. It leaves a gaping hole and one I am not sure will ever recover completely. Each year as the date rolls around it doesn’t get easier. You are still left with no answers. All you can do is ride the waves of emotion and accept they are gone. Gone but never forgotten.

He was there, back in the days of my roving nature, where I couldn’t sit still long enough to settle in one place. We grew together and eventually we both had children and we both calmed down and began to build homes. It was an amazing thing to watch him being a parent, the look of joy in his eyes when he was with his daughter. He made an awesome father. I was so damn proud of him. We both used to joke that out of all our close friends, the two people assumed to not be parents were us and that we both settled into those roles well.Then one day he was gone. All I had left was memories and a part of my tapestry was finished. that part would have no more to add.

I wonder sometimes if he hadn’t passed how much of a tapestry our lives would have made. Memories not forgotten. There is a walking, breathing legacy of his now. I hope someday she gets to hear his tales and stories through myself and all his dear friends. She will get to see his tapestry. She will add it to hers. She is the spitting image of her dad. It reminds me just how precious we all are and how nothing else matters except the memories we create for ourselves. The people in our lives who mean the world to us.

Our stories, our tapestries. Love and family and friends are important. Nothing else is more important than that.

Sometimes you have to be still to see it.

Winter brings that. A chance to be still.

I wasn’t going to do a post today but recent events made me decide otherwise. If you are a blogger in the sex blog community please check this site and if your blog posts are on it then Dragonmage has a wee story and advice on what to do to stop content theft like this. It’s downright rude. It’s copyright theft. The blog is basically pulling people’s posts from their RSS feeds. Including images. There’s a good 45 blogs on there atm so please check you are not one of them. If you are please follow what Dragonmage has done to rectify this problem.

If you are the owner of that site SHAME ON YOU! Get your shit sorted that is not okay! Get permission before doing what you have done.

We spend hours writing on our blogs. Alot of creativity and effort and sometimes plain hard thinking goes into those posts. The last thing you want is someone ripping off all your work.

So here’s a few geeky tips… (it is much easier to control when you have your own hosting to add a few plugins and code in the backend of your site but there are still plenty of other ways to combat this if you don’t have your own hosted site.

There are a few other things you can do if you are worried about your content being stolen and used for other purposes. Sadly it does happen on the interwebz so it’s pays to take some precautions. Firstly put a copyright notice on your blog, normally the footer is a good start. You can also use this handy wee app and add a wee banner to your blog. I have this on mine in the sidebar. When you click on it, it will take you to a search page where it can check for rip off’s of your work.

There are a few other sites that you may find more useful Creative Commons, it enables you to make your own content distribution license, absolutely for free, so that your writing, photos, videos or anything you’ve created, is protected.

You can also protect your RSS feeds from being nicked by using a plugin, (C)feed or Simple Feed Copyright. Plugins will only work if you have self hosted sites sadly. Sorry guys. If you are worried then add a line at the bottom of every post you write.

(this is what the simple feed plugin does)

The about page on your blog can also help you save content of your blog. You can set rights for your blog & can give a do’s & dont’s list on your blog. Or if you really need to, add a separate copyright page to your blog with all the terms and conditions. You can set a simple requirement in your about page or on the front page of your blog that ” users copying anything from this site must give a link back to their site in the end of their copied material ” .

If you borrow anything from the interwbz and you know or can source the orginal author then please follow their guidelines.

Today’s post was bought to you by the letter W for wanktard

Once upon a time,  a girl started writing. She had no idea if she would continue to write, only at the time it was a burning need. She had already once tasted the art of expressing herself with the written word. This time round, this place was her very own.  She could write anything she wanted to write but most importantly share it with a community of people she had grown to love and missed their company even if it was only brief moments in time through the wonderful technology of the internet. So she began to write.

The writing came out at a prolific pace, the emotion pouring from her heart. The angst, the fears, the broken heart. Lost and bewildered she sought the guidance and reassurance of others who would understand her. She found that. Over the months she grew strong again. She found her feet and she began to write about the things close to her heart. The things that resonated in her heart fueled others and they too found a common place. She began to discover more and more like minded souls who bought many emotions out on many levels.

She explored her world further. Then she experienced major loss. Devastated, she struggled to write through the agony of losing someone dear to her. A loss with no answers only an empty gaping hole. She kept writing, she pushed past that space and found new friends, and two special people who now have a huge chunk of her heart. She smiled finally again for the first time in many months.

And the best thing … she’s still learning and loving … every day

Instead of doing something boring which these days I am not capable of when it comes to planning a wee special blog thing I decided to sit down and look over my past years writing, all the HNT’s I actually had the balls to post. Honestly if you asked me a year ago if I would do HNT’s I would have said no way.  What an amazing bunch of people I have found through doing it. The posts I have written have come from many different events in the past year and I wanted something special to remember the hours I have poured into this place over the last 365 days. What better way to do it than to create something special. As this is the blogs anniversary (Wednesday here) and HNT the following day there will be no posts from me for a couple days, I’ll be around but I am having a couple days grace. Oh and if you watch it till the end there’s something special I have never done before on this blog.  And no I ain’t telling you’ll have to watch it and find out